[intro] [Verse 1: Youngs Teflon] Turn the mic up roll up a head I chill on the beats like a hole in the meds You lie in the beats like you going to bed And most rhymes that I drop go over your head Load up the tunes like we load up the led Me and Carns probably choking on zeds Fresh to d**h, yeah all my clothes all dead Homie please dont push me i am close to the edge Yeah, still posing a threat We dont pose with a sket Make the ghost out of flesh Blow blow blow blowww And these rappers stay close to the feds I stay close to my gloves, the snub close to my legs And they still biting flows from my last tape This Is cla** a, wrap it up in mask tape My G blast trey, slap it off and walk way Im In the fast lane, wrap it up and laugh rage Still acting a fool Its time to take these old dons right back to school Everybody wavey now they rapping all cool But you can't swim laps In a paddling pool, Watchu say youungsssssssss Yeah you know what It do Rap ain't my religion but the flows so true I got red hot bars but my vocals Is blue No crip, no blood, I ain't promoting no crew Yeah, but the boys still confused I tried walking with God, Im still walking with who? Some say Im overrated, I say Its overly due You couldn't do my laces, Let alone walk in my shoes And thats out to everybody, yeah Im talking to you and you and you and you Sse we came from the bottom, then we grew then we grew Either we were shotting or we would move to a move I turn an eights to a Q, a Q to a Half Im just a goon on the tune But now when I drop a vid on youtube 20,000 + views, f** a 2 in a Q [Hook:Youngs Teflon] Watchu say youngssssssssss Like, I used to hit the kitchen lights Dash a bit of dark out, flip a little light Now I get It In when I flip It on the mic So brudda you tell me if this the frigging lights X2